HA HA FOR HARRY.

It was a few days later. Harry was still mute, but no one really knew why. Dumbledore thought that it was definitely Dark Arts, and the rest of the student body agreed seeing as there wasn't really any other thing to agree with.

He had to write everything, and it was impossible for him to do much else. He made crude gestures that were pretty hard to figure out. His visitors got a bit bored after a while, for he was still in the infirmary.

One day, he had an unusual visitor. A second year from Gryffindor came and sat by him for a full hour. Neither said anything, but Harry found something gripping in her stare. She had white-blonde hair, brown eyes that almost looked red, and skin so pale it seemed that her hair and skin were one color. But she and Harry still stared at each other. They were three years apart, but they must have realized they had something to do with each other.

After an hour had passed, Madam Pomfrey came searching for Harry, thinking that he had left or something. But she just found him sitting in his bed and staring at the tiny girl in the chair. She was a bit confused; she had never seen people with a five year difference staring at each other so intently. Well, she thought, I'll just leave them to themselves.

Finally, the girl spoke.

"I'm Lyra. Draco's sister."

"What?!" Harry could not believe that any relative of Malfoy's could get into Gryffindor. And he found himself able to speak again, but he didn't linger on the idea.

"Yes. His full blooded younger sister. I know I'm a third year, but I'm really thirteen. My father wasn't in favor of sending me to school, because he knew I would be placed in Gryffindor."

"I still can't believe you."

"I know what set you off."

"What then?" Harry knew what it was; it had been her eyes.

"My eyes. No Malfoy has eyes such as these."

"I agree. Though I've only met three of them."

"I already know."

"How come I've never heard of you before?"

"Father doesn't like to speak of me; though I can be as mean and witty as any other Malfoy, I have too many needed qualities."

"Oh." What was 'needed qualities' supposed to mean?

"I know you wonder why I am here."

"That's true."

"I have something that you may want."

"Really."

"Yes."

"And what is that."

"I can see your future, Harry. Every single part of it, from who will marry you to the day and time of your death."
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dont you want to know that harry?